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shy glizzy - money lyrics

[pre-hook: shy glizzy]
i just made bout 20
i got it on me
iphone constantly jumping
thats just my junkies
told that b-tch my feelings
don’t come with a warranty
since i was a youngin
all a n-gga wanted was some money

[hook: shy glizzy]
all a n-gga wanted was some money
all i wanted was some money
all a n-gga wanted was some money
all i wanted was some money
all a n-gga wanted was some money
all i wanted was some money
since i was a youngin
all a n-gga wanted was some money

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
on my way from richmond
headed back to the trenches (trey-seven)
i just made 5 digits (5 digits)
i bet you didn’t (uh huh)
all about my riches
im rich b-tch
tell the jack boys they won’t hit this l1ck
and im with a rich b-tch
bet you can’t get this b-tch
why you can’t get this b-tch
cause she like n-ggas with bricks
watch em copy this fit
bow down & kiss my rick’s
diamonds blind your eyelids
silly rabbit, tricks for kids
ain’t show them all my sk!lls yet cause these f-ck
n-ggas might steal that
why i ain’t take no deal yet
same reason these n-ggas ain’t k!lled yet
keep that glock with me every step
uh huh, f-ck n-gga can’t go like that
keep spendin 500 on fitted hats
how the f-ck he get money to blow like that?
lighting up a stuffed crust
go in the back, he gon bust ya
n-gga pull up beside us
fire fire, dj, drive this truck
i need 100 million bucks
bustin in the door, a million of us
my young thugs they got the slugs
let my mink drag on your rug

[verse 2: young dolph]
even back when i was just a little n-gga
all i ever wanted was the scrilla
my family tree full of dope dealers
you whole clique full of broke n-ggas
pull up in cash thinking
thats my block
somebody round the corner just got shot
police everywhere, the whole hood hot
trap dont stop, yeah we still roll
back door wide open
i’m breaking down bales, serving & smoking
young n-ggas round here tote big straps
bet that, get your -ss kidnapped
everything i got, i got it out the trizzap
(i got it out the trap)
i tried my best to stop drinking syrup but in less than 48 hours, man, i had relapsed
catch me on the weekends selling out shows
monday morning back in the trap selling boats
i’m addicted to this sh-t
gold on my neck & wrist
in my bed 2 naked b-tches
young n-gga got decisions
just a young boss n-gga straight outta south memphis
& guess what?

- shy glizzy lyrics

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